Simulation of all things: starting with copper skin and iron bones

Chapter 3 Hunyuan Iron Body Art

Following Lu Ping's eloquence, Wei An finally understood how terrifying Yanjiabao is.

Yanjiabao is well-known in this northwestern border area, occupying a large amount of fertile land, minerals and other resources, and even owns a small rough stone mine, which can continuously mine rough stones.

Wealthy and powerful!

Yanjiabao is rich and has raised many ruthless thugs, many of whom are powerful warriors.

It doesn't stop there.

The Yan family is a wealthy family, there are hundreds of people in the clan alone, and they have practiced martial arts since childhood, so there are many talents, and all the children of the family have martial arts skills.

It can be said that the Yan family has crushed others no matter in terms of money or force.

"Snake!"

"Earth Emperor!"

From Lu Ping's narration, Wei An felt the deep fear of the common people towards Yanjiabao, the almost unforgettable fear, everyone feared like a tiger.

Wei An took a deep breath and couldn't help asking: "Who is the strongest in Yanjiabao?"

Lu Ping replied without hesitation: "Of course it is Yan Feihu, the owner of the castle. I heard that he is nearly sixty years old, but he is still alive and well, even braver than young people. There are many wives and concubines around him, and he can give birth to several children every year."

Hearing this, Wang Quan, another muscular man at the same table, chuckled and interjected: "I heard that Yan Feihu married one hundred and eight wives, all of whom were as beautiful as flowers, and every night several beauties would marry Waiting for him to sleep, alas, what a day, Run!"

When the other people present heard the words, they were all full of envy and imagination.

"Yan Feihu has many women, and his sons also have many women. His sons are younger than his grandsons."

"That family is powerful and powerful, hehe, you can have as many women as you want."

"Oh, I don't ask for much, I just ask a woman to warm my bed."

This world is like this, there are some people who are rich and powerful and can marry many, many wives, but there are also people who are poor, such as a blacksmith who is over thirty or even forty years old, but is still a bachelor.

Wei An was speechless, he actually wanted to ask how strong Yan Feihu was and how many warriors he was, not how many wives and concubines Yan Feihu had.

But as soon as everyone mentioned Yan Feihu, they immediately talked about women, and the topic suddenly went wrong.

After lunch, Wei An caught up with Lu Ping and asked, "What rank of warrior is Yan Feihu?"

"How many?"

Lu Ping shook his head and said, "I don't know, anyway, he is very powerful, he can kill a tiger with one punch."

Wei An asked again: "Then do you know about Yan Xingkong?"

Lu Ping thought for a while and replied: "I've heard of this name, it seems to be Yan Feihu's grandson, but I'm not sure, there are a lot of Yan Feihu's sons and grandsons, who remembers it clearly."

He was vague and seemed to know only so much.

Wei An understood, sighed, and said to himself: "I didn't expect Yanjiabao to be so terrifying!"

If a person can predict the future and learn about the tragedies that will happen in the future, he will naturally find a way to change his own fate, and even change the fate of this blacksmith shop.

However, facing a giant like Yanjiabao, how easy is it to change one's destiny?
It is as difficult as climbing the sky!

Fortunately, there are still seven years to go before Yan Xingkong slaughtered Zhang Ji Blacksmith Shop.

In seven years, everything is expected to change.

"Be stronger! I must become stronger as soon as possible."

Wei An rubbed his sore arm, feeling that he was weak, but there was a hint of determination in the depths of his pupils.

"Uncle Lu, are there any warriors in Dafeng Town?" Wei An asked seemingly casually.

"Have!"

Lu Ping's answer did not disappoint Wei An, "There lives a master in the south of the town, who is quite famous, and his name is... his name is Wan Yunhe."

He thought for a while and continued: "Well, I heard that this Wan Yunhe is the successor of Hunyuan Iron Body Art. When he was young, he roamed the rivers and lakes and killed many people. When he was old, he retreated to the rivers and lakes and opened a small shop in his own home. The martial arts hall accepts apprentices to teach martial arts, and many children in the town learn martial arts from him."

"Wan Yunhe!"

Wei An deeply remembered this name.

in the afternoon.

Wei An did not continue to pull the bellows, but instead taught Zhang Mingzhu calligraphy, so that he could relax a little bit and ease his sore arms.

Zhang Mingzhu is very well-behaved, not self-willed, and does not lose her temper indiscriminately.

And Wei An is a genuine calligrapher with superb skills, and Zhang Mingzhu can digest it for several days if he teaches something casually.

Zhang Mingzhu works hard and doesn't make trouble, Wei An is also relaxed.

"Well, I still have 10 low-grade rough stones, and I can simulate it once. What should I simulate?"

Wei An looked around.

After his wife's blood loss, he became much more cautious.

"Is Master Zhang here?"

Suddenly, a loud voice came through the door. It was so loud that all the blacksmiths turned their heads.

Wei An also looked up, and saw a tall young man at the door of the blacksmith's shop, 1.8 meters tall, with muscles spanning his body, prominent cheekbones, and wearing a short jacket.

"I'm Zhang Sanqiao, who is your honor?"

Hearing the sound, Zhang Sanqiao went up to meet him, with a smile on his face, and cupped his hands.

"Oh, Song Qingsong, under the order of my family teacher Wan Yunhe, came here to order twenty wooden dummy posts." The strong young man also cupped his hands and said with a smile.

"Order twenty wooden dummy stakes, easy to talk about!" Zhang Sanqiao smiled happily. His blacksmith shop can forge anything, and wooden dummy stakes have been made before, and he is experienced.

Song Qingsong nodded and asked, "How much is the deposit?"

Zhang Sanqiao reported the number immediately, and Song Qingsong paid the deposit without saying anything.

Afterwards, Song Qingsong made some additional requests, then turned and left.

"Not bad, another big order."

Zhang Sanqiao walked back to the forging room, with a smile on his face, he waved to the four workers: "Wang Laosan, Wang Laowu, Liu Dali, and Lao Hu, you four come here."

The four guys who were named rushed over.

Not surprisingly, Zhang Sanqiao handed over the big order to the four of them. Counting Zhang Sanqiao himself, five people will make twenty wooden dummy piles, four for each person.

"According to previous experience, if all goes well, a wooden dummy can be made in three or four days. We will try to finish it within half a month. What do you think?" Zhang Sanqiao asked in a discussing tone.

"no problem."

The four guys had no objections.

Wei An watched this scene, and a thought came to his mind.

day by day...

Wei An's life is very regular. In the morning, he beats Lu Ping, pulls bellows, beats rough iron, etc. In the afternoon, he teaches Zhang Mingzhu calligraphy, which can be regarded as a combination of work and rest.

As the workload continued to increase, his appetite also increased a lot, and after his body gradually adapted, he became more and more energetic.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

All twenty wooden dummy posts were made,

This wooden mannequin is made of wood, the key parts are covered with iron sheets, and it is equipped with pile hands and feet, which can be moved flexibly.

Wei An fiddled with it by himself, and lightly moved the pile hand, and the pile hand immediately spun and hit. It was okay to play with one pile hand.

The seemingly simple structure of the wooden dummy is actually a combination of attacking, technique, footwork and legwork.

"The wooden dummy can exercise the strength of the contact parts of the hands and legs, the overall mobility of the whole body, and the flexibility of footwork." Wei An understood clearly.

(End of this chapter)